Tarry now among us,
Sweet whisper
Of love on the wind,
And carry far away,
The bleakness
Of darker days,
Delivered by ignoble souls,
With promises,
And little else.

Many are we
Who are simple,
Having simple needs,
Longing only for security,
And the comfort of loved ones near.
They can save their rhetoric;
So many beautiful words,
Repeated here and there,
In parades
And supermarket lots,
Less humble
Than the Lord
Who gave them breath.

For me,
I am happy with love,
And a simple home within the trees,
A wife who sings to the noontime sun,
Beloved pets,
Nestled at my feet.
My reward has come
In simple ways,
As I await my life eternal,
With the Lord of Nazareth
So near,
At peace in Heavenly home.